Just wanted to start off saying thank you to everyone for your understanding.
I’m hoping to get a phone call from the Neurologist the middle of next week with more information about where or what I do next.
But tonight I’m kinda spent, so I thought I’d give you a glimpse into the average day at my house.
And that ladies & 3 gentlemen of the blog, would be round one.
With at least 3 more bouts scheduled randomly through-out the day.
So I’ve been feeling pretty guilty lately.
Guilty that all my posts this past week have been light-hearted, nothing of substance, quick-throw-something-together, last minute posts.
Which probably stems from the moment I took this particular picture.
It was the 24th, the day of my lumbar puncture, and I was on the bus heading to Seoul.
Since I don’t get to see my Neurologist that often, I wanted to be prepared. So I started a list of questions to ask.
And I got to that one…
“What will happen to me?”
…and I stopped.
I just couldn’t go any further.
I’ve been doing really good about not letting this whole mess weigh too heavy on me, but I’m not without my moments & that morning was one of them.
As you can imagine, writing those words was pretty hard.
You just can’t get more real than that.
And I didn’t factor in the emotional backlog that’s been building up as I wrote them out.
So yeah…I’ve been hiding, emotionally at least…in my daily life and even on the blog.
I hate fake people & I hate it even more when it feels like I’ve become one of them.
And for some odd reason tonight, I feel like I need to apologize to you.
I’m sorry. I promise I’ll do better.
Burning fields aren’t the only prep work the farmers are doing.
They’re also bringing in manure by the truckloads.
Lovely, smelly, fresh, steaming piles of manure.
Truckloads overflowing…leaving drops & plops all up and down the road we walk.
And it’s driving the dogs crazy!
Maggie kept trying to fall on the ground & roll all in it. Libby kept wanting to eat it.
Eric had to keep yanking Maggie up & away from every stinking piece on the road.
And while Eric struggled with Maggie, I struggled with Libby & the camera.
But we managed to keep them from bathing themselves in it.
Much to Maggie’s dismay.
But nothing goes to waste in Korea, so I’m betting soon some little grandma will be scooping it up to put in her own garden.
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